This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 37; the thirty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is “Truth is stranger than fiction”
Is truth absolute or relative ?
Is truth what you hear or what you see?
Truth alters with time , metamorphoses through minds
TRUTH ; it’s in the very trice…
FICTION ; I cut it slice by slice…
I state my past as facts,as truth ,but future floats as a fiction,
truth reins me , I restrain the fiction,
but fiction should make sense ,means truth can be nonsensical
or is it so paradoxical?
FICTION : I mold it as per my comfort
I hold it ,erase it, shipshape it~~ till my hoggish heart surfeits,
till my overtaxed reflexes, relaxes,
It’s like a twilight that enhances every junction,
it’s my creation with core conviction
TRUTH: I tried to mold it ,manipulate it,
but it outshone with poise,
it tunneled through and through,
I had obstinately no choice..
Truth is in the mother -child bond,
It’s in the scare of being forlorn..
Truth could be found in the gleam of the little girl’s eyes
When she holds tightly her favorite toys..
It disencumbers , sets me free,
I close my eyes , still I can see..
Truth is self -sustained ,no pillars,no foundation
it’s beyond words ,hitherto has no description
TRUTH really is strange , stranger than FICTION…..
shared with POETS UNITED